Thursday, February 19, 2015

Sunday, February 15, 2015

syzygy



when clinging to the silver thread
tortuous paths cross dark rivers,
forests reek in mist and the minotaur
pursues. but what when the monster
crosses into waking and consumes all?
when waking is no longer refuge from
the nightmare and there is no thought
unconsumed?

Saturday, February 7, 2015

Morning

Saw a sliver of evidence,
that the sky is still there, and blue.